Happy New Year.
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"Me birthday's only a week away," Aaron whined, palm flat on Adam's jeans bulge, his other hand tugging at Adam's dark curls for a messy kiss. Messy because Adam had been eating a burger, but Aaron didn't care; It still tasted like Adam.
"Didn't anybody ever tell ya -" he stopped to listen to the pops of his buttons as Aaron fished out his cock - "it's better when ya wait for it?"
Aaron rolled his eyes, partly from annoyance and partly from the sheer pleasure of holding his best mate's throbbing meat in his sweaty palm for the first time.
"They were liars," he said before swallowing the sensitive head, a juicy crown already producing pre-cum.
Adam whimpered, especially when Aaron opened his mouth to let Adam see his tongue lolling on the perfect prick. He still couldn't believe he was doing this, but he loved Aaron. Not the way Aaron loved him, but fellas had needs, and he was interested enough in blokes to let Aaron take it as far as he wanted. He knew Aaron would never hurt him...and he also knew Aaron was a much better cocksucker than any lass in t'village, including his wife.
Aaron licked and bit at the base of his pulsating shaft, beaming with pride at his dreams for sex with Adam finally coming true. He knew Adam would never be exchanging rings, but if he couldn't take one ring, he'd settle for another. And he was more than happy to give Adam his.
Just as he suckled one of Adam's lightly hair-covered balls, they were jolted by a knock on the scrapyard trailer door.
"Leave it," Adam whined, sliding lower in the chair to give Aaron more access to the area between his balls and arsehole.
That time the door handle started shaking, and strange yelps killed any sex mood either lad had.
"In a flippin' minute!" Aaron said, readjusting the obvious arousal in his tight black jeans and giving Adam one last tug before opening the trailer door just enough to get out.
He soon saw Finn Barton being chased around by their scrapyard dog. Finn was wearing the red trousers he wore all the time, his pert little arse tight against the material as the dog nipped at the hems.
"Scrappy!" Aaron shouted, pleased when the dog sprinted over, tongue and tail wagging.
"What ya want?" he shouted to Finn, being his usual friendly self.
Finn looked down at the gravel ground.
"I-I just wanted to ask if you had a date for New Year's."
Aaron rolled his eyes. Finn was cute - quite hot when you took off his specs - but he was nearly as needy as Robert, only without the donkey dick, bubble butt, nutcracker thighs, and ability to be absolute filth in bed. In other words - no one Aaron ever wanted to suck and fuck with ever again.
"Yeah. Busy. Soz."
When Finn looked defeated, Aaron, feeling guilty as always, remembered a text he'd gotten.
"Two of me old mates are havin' a party at that new gay club. Don't know much about it. Think ya might like it. Just give 'em my name and you'll get in."
Finn smiled, a little less upset now.
"Thanks, Aaron. Happy New Year."
Aaron adjusted again as he watched the red bum mince away.
He made his way back inside the trailer.
"He's gone. Never thought he'd - "
His tongue was too busy panting to finish his sentence, slobbering over the sight of Adam, stark naked, tugging at his prize piece, slapping it against his hairy gut.
"Thought I'd have to finish meself off."
Aaron was torn between drooling at the gorgeous specimen before him - beefy, furry thighs, a sexy belly to hold onto, hairy pecs that bounced just a bit when Adam had another vigorous tug - and glaring, because he knew from Adam's rock-hard shaft that one touch would send him spraying all over the cheap rugs.
"Turn around," Aaron barked.
"Ain't gettin' that dick in me arse...even if ya got a tiny one."
Aaron flipped him off as he lowered his jeans and pants to show off a very thick prick, even if it wasn't known for its length.
Adam whistled, saying sorry by spreading his cheeks to wink an apology.
Aaron groaned with pleasure, diving into that sexy hole. Ever since Adam had started letting his chest hair grow out, Aaron had wondered just how hairy his plump arse was - and now he knew. Thick dark hairs, wet and heavy against his burrowing tongue.
"Oh fuck yeah mate!" Adam cried out, kneeling on the chair as Aaron dug deep, loving the smell of man.
Aaron was furiously beating himself off, his strokes matching each tongue tremor inside Adam's contracting hole.
"Gotta do it!" Adam said, abruptly turning around one last time to shove his stuttering shaft in Aaron's hungry throat. "Aw fuck yeah...suck me dick...drink it all bitch!"
Aaron guzzled all the loads of cum he could, the rest of the tasty cream sliding down his neck and chest.
Adam pulled out to blow his last load on Aaron's wanking hand, giving him just the boost he needed to blast his own ejaculate all over the rug under him.
Aaron felt like he was going to have a heart attack, panting and panting as Adam pulled him up, kissing his sweaty forehead and brushing the curls from his eyes.
"You're cleaning this up, mate," Adam wheezed into Aaron's ear.
"Oh yeah?" Aaron smirked, glint in his eye as he wrapped a hand around Adam's still-potent length.
"First to cum again does the cleanin'."
Adam wrapped his own sweaty hand around Aaron's thickness.
"Deal."
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Kirin spent enough time working in the factory without wanting to waste his free hours here, but Cain was on a mission, and he was - he guessed - the missionary. And he'd do anything for Cain if it meant sitting on that man's lap again, being ridden into the ground, legs like jelly and dick aching for days. Anything.
What Cain wanted was for him to tape Jai being Jai - crooked deals, coke-snorting, whatever else. Jai had beaten up Cain's beloved brother Sam, and Cain wasn't going to forget it.
Kirin crouched behind a plant, just planning to leave the camera to roll, when he heard Jai come inside.
"I need some pussy," Jai rasped to himself, snorting and snorting as he often did now. "Or some cock. I'm not choosy."
Kirin smirked to himself. Every man in this village really was into sweet meat. Every one of them.
He directed his attention back to Jai as he heard the loud lowering of a zipper, Jai grunting and cursing as he fished out an impressively long - if not that thick - piece, one much darker than the rest of him. No pubes.
He started slapping his meat, pumping it up, before he began the customary stroke session.
He was so lost, biting his full lower lip, hissing, that he was almost otherworldly. Kirin was fascinated, watching this intense yet strangely sexy man, especially as he tore open his own shirt, buttons flying, exposing his smooth, leanly muscled chest.
Unfortunately for Kirin, one of the buttons hit him in the side of the head, making him cry out - from surprise more than anything else.
Before he could do anything, a surprisingly strong Jai yanked him out of his hiding place.
"YOU!" he hissed, eyes crazy, cock rock hard. "What are YOU doing here? And what am I going to DO ABOUT IT???"
Kirin's own rock hard cock had a few easy answers...